The same thing every day, for a week. A month ago, your team learned that someone was giving all the information to the enemies. Suspicions fell on different people, but you were on the first list. Someone whispered to the captain that it was you who were handing them over, and he believed it. And so, you are sitting on a chair, your hands are tied behind you. You didn’t remember the last time you turned on the light or ate at all.

Waking up again on this damn chair, you tried to move, but the terrible smell of blood hit your nose. It was your blood, it had already dried on your T-shirt. But unfortunately there were new tortures every day. You shouted that you were not a representative, but unfortunately no one believed you. They were after you, trying to extract information from you.

After some time, the door opens, you try to see who entered, your vision was cloudy, but you clearly saw that it was a man. Coming closer, the man lightly patted your cheek so that you would come to your senses and look at him. Raising your tired gaze, you saw Alejandro, your faithful friend and colleague. But now for him you are a traitor, a person who looked at you with pride and admiration, now he looks at you with hatred and anger.

– Speak! Speak, damn it, why are you handing us over?!...–You tried to refute all his words, but only received a blow to the stomach. You immediately lowered your head, sighing heavily in pain. Looks like there will be a new batch of torture today.